Greetings to ye, readers of IMM, new and old! For those who had previously read the last fic, Inside My Mind, you'll understand this. If you're a newbie, go back and read the first story, or else everything will be wayyyyy confusing. This is almost one year after the first IMM story, so Mika and Ayumi are sixteen now. The perfect age to go into 6th year, eh?
Summery: HP/YYH: Lord Voldy's causing trouble and Koenma has the perfect team to send to investigate: Mika and her now separated demon pals! Will they help or just be a bigger problem for Hogwarts?
Ah, such fun I have in store for my little buddies.Yes...hehe. Anyway, this story will take place in Harrys 6th year(as expected) and will be following the story line for that year pretty much...except I may tweak it a little. This idea (HP crossover) is over-used, yes, but it hasn't been done Inside My Mind style, has it? Enjoy.
Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter or Yu Yu Hakusho, but I do own the whole Inside My Mind idea, including Mika, Ayumi, all their original friends and foes.
Warnings: spoilers for the sixth book, crude humor, violence, language and the occasional Karasu-bashing from Mika...poor Karasu. lol!
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It was a dark night, one with fog as thick as soup. There were no lights to speak of, save some that were illuminating a medium size factory a short distance away from the street. The lights of the building glowed with a supernatural essence. It had the unwritten words of do not enter all over it.
A lone figure walked rigidly towards the looming structure. As he moved in and out of the glow of the strange lights, one could see he was wearing a bowlers cap. Upon his shoulders was an emerald green cloak that seemed very out of date for the current time. Mist shot of his mouth continuously as he panted nervously. His eyes darted around the area, as if looking for an attacker or perhaps something even more ominous.
He wasn't very conspicuous, however. It was very obvious he was headed to the strange building. He looked up at several times as he continued his brisk walk down the sidewalk. When he finally reached the gravel driveway, his walk had risen to a clumsy run. He didn't stop until he reached the chained and padlocked entrance doors on the side of the building were the glow from the lights did not reach entirely.
With trembling hands, he touched the cool metal of the chains. The moment he did so, they heated up to an uncomfortable level. The man gulped visibly and pulled gently on the chains. They shook and suddenly pulled away from him. He gasped in surprise when they pulled him physically forward...straight through the doors.
He yelped in fear when he came out the other side. Shaking, he looked around, his eyes wide like a trapped animal. Inside was like a warehouse, with mounds of crates and brown boxes covering the ground. The smell of sawdust and the musty scent of abandonment was everywhere.
"Calm down, Fudge," came a cool voice.
The man, going stiff, lost some of his fearful expression. "Where are you?" he asked.
Out of the darkness, to the Fudge's left, came a young man in a blue Asian outfit, dressed up with a red scarf. He had the look of authority and royalty, but when studied further, it was clear he had a child's binkie in his mouth.
"A-ah, Lord Koenma!" said Fudge, laughing nervously. He pointed at the door, as if playing along with a joke. "Wonderful trick with the door. I see you still go for the top of security."
Koenma, frowning, said nothing. Instead, he sat back on a crate. With expectant eyes, he motioned for Fudge to sit as well.
Obeying the younger man, Fudge sat back on one of the boxes next to him. He clapped his hands nervously.
"Lets make this quick, shall we?" he suggested lightheartedly. "We're both important people and have many important things to handle, yes?"
Koenma snorted very unprofessionally. "I'm important, to say the least. Is it not true you were...as you foreigners say...sacked?" he reminded his companion coldly.
Fudge winced at the harsh words. "Er, yes. I have been succeeded by a very capable individual for the position of Prime Minister of Magic," he agreed, though he sounded very bitter. "The people seem to have found my leadership...ah..."
"Spent?" added Koenma, unmoved. His brow furrowed as he scowled. "Speaking of which, what exactly are you wizards planning to do about this mess of yours?"
"We're doing the best we can," replied Fudge, defensively. "And this problem, as you call it, is much yours as it is ours."
Koenma rolled his eyes. "Yes, that's why I called you here. The magical population here in Japan is very concerned about your evil lord, Voldemort," he ignored Fudge's grimace, "and we have to demand that you handle it. The border between Western and Eastern magical cultures has been closed for many centuries. We'd rather not have to open it just to solve a deranged mad man."
"He-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named is not your ordinary criminal, my dear sir!" cried Frudge. He looked angry. "He has slaughtered hundreds and plans to kill even more! No one, not even your side of magic, is safe anymore!"
Frowning, Koenma said, "I thought he was supposed to be dead."
Fudge winced again. "We've made some miscalculations."
"Obviously."
Both leaders stared at each other, judging and critical. Fudge, older and a stress-worn face; Koenma, young and serious. Both slowly came to the mental agreement that arguing would not aid either of them.
"I have received some information," began Koenma finally. "That your savior, the Potter boy, has made contact with Voldemort. Is that true?"
Struggling not to wince, Fudge nodded. "Potter has been misjudged this past year. He has invaluable information concerning He-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named," he explained. "He's just about to start his sixth year at Hogwarts."
"The magic school," mused Koenma, a faint smile appearing on his face.
"The safest place a wizard or witch can be at this time," added Fudge.
"And that is because Dumbledore is there, correct?"
Fudge smiled wryly. "One of many."
Koenma sighed and looked away from the older man. "I see," he murmured softly.
Taking this time to speak up again, Fudge said, "Lord Koenma, as much as my associates and I agree that He-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named is a problem specifically in the Wizarding community, I must be blunt. It will not stay that way for long. He has been attacking Muggle dwellings continuously these past few weeks. Once he conquers the Western world---God Forbid---he will not be hesitant about attacking your realm!"
Slightly surprised at the urgency in the man's voice, Koenma turned back to him. "I am aware of the possibilities of an attack on the East, something I'm sure your Dark Lord would not miss in his calculating," replied Koenma. His eyes narrowed. "Am I correct when I say you want me to send some...reinforcements?"
Fudge frowned. "I'm not asking for troops or legions of warriors, Koenma," he said. "Just your word you will fight him.
"Coming from you, that was almost humorous," muttered Koenma. He shook his head slowly. "I can't help but think, though. Perhaps you are right. The Eastern Magical community should be prepared for an attack. As envoy from my father, I'd like to say this on his behalf: we dont want any unnecessary casualties." He had a suggesting look his eyes. "There is enough unrest in our political system as it is," he added.
"Hopefully it will not come to asking you or your father of anything except to be on your toes," assured Fudge. He paused. "Lord...Voldemort," he struggled to say and flinched afterwards, "should not be underestimated. I give you that advice as a fellow leader, even if my term...has come to an end."
Koenma chuckled. "And I say to you, as a fellow leader: do not underestimate my people's reactions to this dark lord. I can't say that my father will agree to jump into any war, but I can assure you that we will never join causes with Voldemort."
Fudge visibly relaxed and a weak smile came to his face. "That is most appreciated," he said.
Smiling back, Koenma nodded. "Would that be all you have come to talk about?" he asked mildly.
"Yes," replied Fudge, getting up. "That's all."
Looking at him expectantly, Koenma said, "I'll be getting in touch in a short while, after I speak with my father. Until then, would it be permissible to send some of my own informants into your...old juristiction?"
Fudge wavered. "I do not think it would be a problem, but I hope you will be discrete about it," he warned. "I no longer have power over the laws."
"I know. I'll make sure my people won't cause too much of a disturbance," promised Koenma.
Giving him a wary look, Fudge got up, placed his hat upon his head and walked back to the magical doors. He grasped the chains again. In an instant, he was sucked back outside into the dark night.
Koenma stared after the ex-Prime Minister of Magic. His expression was tight with worry. He looked upwards at the dark ceiling.
"Botan!"
The said ferry-girl immediately flew down, seated on her oar. She had an identical look of worry. "My lord?" she asked.
"I think we have a problem," murmured Koenma. "Unfortunately, I know who can solve it."
Botan tilted her head in confusion. "And thats a bad thing?" she asked.
Koenma grimaced. "Yes, because of just who those individuals are..." He sighed heavily. "Call Yukina. I have a job for her," he instructed.
Still confused, Botan nodded warily. "Alright." She turned the front of the oar to her side and flew off, out a broken window into the night. The prince of the spirit world, still frowning, stood.
"So much for a time of normalcy," he complained to no one in general.
With another heavy sigh, he waved his hand. A glowing portal appeared instantly. With out a second look, Koenma walked through the swirling energy. The portal closed right after him, leaving the dim lighted building once again in a sense of forbiddenness and darkness.
&&&Several Miles Away, Out Skirts of Tokyo&&&
Alone in the middle of a large forest was a decent sized dojo. The thickness of the night was lighter in this area, but it was still quite tense, as warmly lit lanterns lined the ceiling on the porch. The courtyard was almost completely void of any signs of movement, save the gentle blowing of the wind. The wooden foundations of the main building groaned as they settled. Far off in the distance, an owl hooted softly.
Suddenly, there was another sound. Light footsteps quickly approaching the courtyard filled the quiet night air. Now and again, there was a rustle of leaves as the person ran through the woods.
With a quiet thump, a figure landed almost gracefully in the center of the stone courtyard. They looked around, eyes penetrating the darkness for extra company. Their hair was tied up into a pony tail, but strands flailed helplessly in the breeze.
A rustle from the brush sent the figure spinning. Nothing came out of the forest on any side of the dojos borders. The figure sighed.
The relief was short lived, however, as something small and dark shot up above the figure. The one on the ground, quickly looked up when they too realized it, but it was too late. The flying figure came up to the grounded one and promptly kicked them clear across the courtyard, straight through some saplings on the border and then soundly smacked against a large pine.
"Constant vigilance, you stupid girl!" hissed the figure from the air, who had landed neatly on the ground. It was an old woman.
The girl, struggling to get up against the tree, hissed. "Damn it, Sensei, did you have to kick me so hard?" she cried, sounding very much like a young girl.
The older woman snorted. "Any opponent you may come up against is not going to let you get back up after an attack like that. By this time, you'd be dead."
"Grr..." the girl stood up completely and wiped the dribble of blood from her lips. "Like I'm ever going to get flung against a tree!"
"How doesa concrete wall sound?" asked the sarcastic teacher.
"You know what I mean, Genkai-sama!"
"This is pointless. Your lack of seriousness is unbelievable," Genkai muttered, walking back to the dojo porch. "Its almost pointless to continue this..."
"Almost," countered the girl, smirking as she followed her teacher. "You and Lord Binkie both are dying to know what I can do, aren't you?"
Genkai scowled. "That arrogance of yours will get you killed, foolish girl. You may be the only half-ling in several centuries, but that doesnt mean you get any special attention from me."
"Bite me!" replied the girl, making a face at the older woman.
In an instant, Genkai had turned and punched the gril straight in the face. The girl yelped and flew back, her hands latching onto her face.
"OW! DAMMIT!"
"Constant vigilance," muttered Genkai. She hopped up onto the porch and opened the sliding door.
"What about my training?" demanded the girl, suddenly recovering from the attack.
Genkai snorted again. "When you can take this seriously and actually pay attention, we can try this again."
With that, she slammed the door shut. The girl scowled at the door. After a moment, she let out a low aggravated sigh and marched over to the entrance. For some reason, she never could appreciate the extra effort for training her skills her friends made for her. It was disrespectful and she knew it. But, somehow the idea of training just struck her as amusing. The girl sighed again. She'd just have to try tomorrow...
"Mika Murasaki...you're an idiot."
Mika looked up, surprised. Above her, sitting up high on the entryway, was a dark man with a strange metal shape over his mouth and nose. His eyes gleamed with annoyance.
"What do you want, Karasu?" asked Mika, crossing her arms. She was in no mood for him.
Karasu leaned over the side, his long black hair falling like a curtain. "I happen to live here, unfortunately," he replied cooly. Ever since the incident was over with, he had been condemned to live there by Koenma as punishment for his previous crimes. "And I also just happened to witness your brilliant display of stupidity."
"Shut up," muttered Mika. She looked down at her feet. She did not need a guilt trip from him. "I'm having a bad day."
With absolutely no sympathy on his half-covered face, Karasu dropped down in front of the girl. He did not look amused.
"You are part demon, brat. You would not have lasted five minutes in the Makai!" he hissed.
"Like I haven't heard that before!" Mika shouted back. She glared. "And I have the same damn answer: I don't care! I'll never live there. Hell, I'll never even go there! I want to live as a human!"
Karasu snorted. "Do you now? Then, what was all that begging for extra training?"
Mika glared harder. "I want my powers for protection, namely from creeps like you."
"I could kill you right here and now, and you wouldn't even have the chance to blink," threatened Karasu.
"Then go ahead, punk!" taunted Mika.
Both of them delivered the other death rays. Deep inside, however, both knew that they'd never really attempt to murder one another. There was a bond between them---which they firmly denied---that was created after the incident, over one year ago...
"BLOOD SHED!" came a shrill, cheerful voice from above them.
Looking up, both saw it was another man, come flying down. On his back were a set of wings. His long dark hair was pulled back in a ponytail. He landed next to Mika and hugged her.
"Mika-chan!"
Mika rolled her eyes and pulled away. "Nice to see you too, Kuronue. New set of clothes?"
Kuronue grinned and flaunted his new black t-shirt and jeans. "K-chan bought them for me!" he said, referring to their other friend Kurama.
"Cool. It's nice to know you're not running around in rags anymore. Kinda creepy, in a pedophile way."
"Back to the serious conversation, Karasu began steely. "The brat here is having issues with her training."
Kuronue frowned. "That's not good," he said. He looked genuinely concerned. "What's the problem?" he asked Mika.
Mika shuffled guiltily on her feet. "Well...it's not like I don't wanna...I suppose you could call it lack of motivation."
Karasu growled and raised a fist. "Is this motivation enough for you?"
"Nyahh, not quite!" Mika mocked, making a face at him.
Kuronue laughed as he restrained Karasu from physically attacking the young half-ling. "Just like old times!" he said, grinning.
Mika scowled. "Yeah, but this time, I've got my body back." she said, looking down at her hands. A smile appeared on her face.
It had been a whole year since their ordeal, but little had changed. They bugged each other to the points of break downs, teased each other cruelly and took much joy in ruining the others' day. Yet...every once in a while, Mika would feel a twitch in her mind. The boys would sometimes describe a pull towards Mikas aura. They knew it was dangerous to be so near each other...but it also bothered them to be apart. Like half of their souls were apart.
"Feh," Karasu muttered, jerking away from Kuronue. He stomped over to the porch. "Get out of my sight, you eye sore."
"Was he speaking to me or you?" asked Mika jokingly to Kuronue, who shrugged.
"BOTH OF YOU!"
"But I live here!" protested the bat demon.
"DONT REMIND ME!"
Mika giggled. Karasu glared daggers at her, turned away and went into the main house, departing with a slam.
"He's just so damn cheerful, ain't he?" jested Mika.
Kuronue laughed. "Oh yes. He certainly is," he replied.
Both of them laughed good heartedly. Mika then looked at her watch. "Oh crap! Its almost midnight!"
"Better go home then," suggested Kuronue, who had one foot up on the porch. He paused and then looked somewhat serious.
"Mika, about your training," he said. He frowned. "Can you be a little, tinesy bit more serious about it?"
Mika blinked. "...why do you and Karasu care so much about me and my powers?" she finally asked. Kurama and Hiei also acted the same way, Hiei being somewhat violent when doing so.
Kuronue shrugged. "I guess the others feel a little guilty cause we did turn you into what you are," he said, scrathing his head. "I for one don't wanna see you get your butt kicked by some rookie demon. Kinda degrading from our view point."
"What am I, your ego booster? Well, SCREW YOU!" shouted Mika angrily, shaking her fist at the full blooded demon. She let out an aggravated yell, spun around on her heels and marched off to the gate.
Looking at her disappearing form, the bat demon sighed softly.
She had better shape up that attitude towards training, or she'll really be in trouble someday, he thought as he opened the door. After all this time, I thought she had really accepted her other side. He sighed again and went in, closing the door quietly behind him.
High above the dojo and the court yard, sitting neatly in a thick tree, sat a short man with glowing red eyes. His name was Hiei, one of the demons who was connected to Mika as well. He had observed the training, Mika's outburst and the short fighting. He was not amused.
Stupid child, he muttered mentally as his gazed continued down to where Mika had just jumped onto a large hand made of shadow at the end of the stair case. As she flew off into the night, the demon's eyes narrowed. Her actions are becoming much too reckless. With her powers connected to her emotions, there will be a huge problem if she really did get caught up in a battle with a high level demon. Hiei growled slightly. Mika had always been a pest. She was an even larger one with her own body.
The wind blew around him, shaking the trees violently. The short demon shivered involuntarily. What was...? he began to think, bewildered. It was like an ominous gesture made by fate. The hairs on the back of his neck stood straight up. His hand to to his sword out of instinct.
After a moment, he realized there was no one attacking him, at least at the present moment in time. Hiei scowled. His mind was playing tricks on him. Yet, his survival instincts told better.
That was an omen, he realized. An ill omen.
Hiei quickly dispersed his negative thoughts. An image of Kuwabara appeared in his mind, which made him gag. If he started to believe in foolish things such as omens or fate, he'd turn into that baffoon. He shuddered at the thought.
With one last quick glance over at the dojo, which was unearthly quiet, he vanished into the night, forgetting his feelings of ill and the mistakes of his ex-host.
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-Fudge and Koenma had met before. I would suspect they would have had regular meetings at some point in time, considering both were in charge of a large population of magical beings (demonic ones as well, in Koenmas case).
- political unrest, Koenma is talking about how the demon world tournament had ended and how the whole one-leader deal was still shaky. I don't know if that would be true after YYH ended, but hey, I'm writing this story. Lol
-Itmay beone year after the first story, but Mika's still new to demon stuff. Luckily, she knows Genkai, who's willing to train her. The guys are also excellent to train and talk to for guidance (man that sounded corny)
-HOLY SHIT, I suddenly lost my ability to write Genkai. O.O She seemed so OOC! GRAAHH! (bangs head on desk)
-Did any one notice how intelligent and serious Kuronue was? It won't last, I promise. :D
-Hiei...um...he just didn't turn out right. Bleh.
-please excuse any typos in this chapter. editting thing really sucks ass for some reason. It's deleting all my apostrophes and punctuation marks...wahhhh!
OMG, did anyone notice my sudden change of writing? IT'S ALMOST MATURE, LOL! XD I was inspired by my absolute favorite author, JoIsBishMyoga, author of the kick ass YYH/HP fan fiction, The Best Defense. She rocks! Since reading her stories, I suppose I've taken a new approach to writing my stories. They'll be written with a more professional approach.
That turned out great:D I cant wait to start of the next chapter. My school work may influence when I finish, though. High schools harder than I anticipated, especially being in honors classes. Ah well, I'll try my best.
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